█❃▌┋ Tendrils of light stroked soft flesh as it easily shifted, rounded feathers that had covered the entirety of the body fading into nothing as pale flesh took form. Distressed hues shifted, all at once viridian, blinding in utter brilliancy to slate, a whispered tone that ghosted like ash round the sloped frame that took shape within the gently whirling abundance of magic, power leaking forward in roving waves that searched for more to transform. A feline face appeared in it's midst, and the apostate opened her eyes for but a moment as the swirling lights faded around her, decaying into the grass with nary a sound to hint that it had existed at all.
Lithe, still, the mage stepped forward, footsteps light upon the ground as eyes narrowed to little but slits on their found target, carmine tiers striking little more than an indifferent scowl, as the being continued to stalk forward.
Surely not every encounter had to end in niceties; little did, and the woman was content with just that, thin fingers gliding over the worn length of the staff that bore such magical resonance, a light yet brimming just over it's surface in fiery pearlescence till the end of the staff met the ground, fitting tightly against the form of it's master, clad in oiled feathers, treated leathers and satin of Tevinter make.
" 'Tis not oft that we receive guests in the Wilds," the Witch begins, honeyed tongue forming careful words with rehearsed nuance, a crown of ebony hairs just sweeping over a sloped forehead as she canted her head to give the other a long look. "Least of all of your kind. So, say you here to explore, or to encounter one of the Witches who so haunts these ghastly forests?" A pause, "-- Perhaps to speak or even to learn of one of the many dark secrets that dwell within the roots of these ancient trees?"